one could say mike wazowski was quite overzealous, he had just about twice as much school supplies than needed and than those all round him had. this was college, his start into adulthood. no more counting on mom and being alone on weekends, he’d made it a mission to find new friends no matter how different they were than him. his first goal was accomplished by getting to class on time, his face showed every bit of joy he had entered the classroom alongside his peers. next objective: make one friend in his criminal law class, hopefully they’ll become study buddies. he approached a dark haired girl who couldn’t care to be apart of any social interaction. “uh- is this seat next to you taken?








